There has been no bargain... a question answered for my services. That's all.
[ The bargain she has made with the Azure Dragoon does not pertain to Ser Aymeric at all. A selfish wish on behalf of the dragoon and a desire to have his revenge. If the war ends then perhaps she might be free to flee... for surely the Temple Knights would be busy elsewhere... ]
I thought it best to let your healing abilities handle the rest. U-unless you would wish for me to tend to the rest... [ Her tail straightens at the mere idea of having failed some sort of expectation. She sits taller as if ready to move at his needing. ] Otherwise it will fully heal. Aches may remain due to how deep the wound was... but all the damage will be repaired.
[ At his question, however, she freezes. No enchantment or spells forces her to remain to the cave. Nothing keeps her there other than her own fear. The fear that if she steps too far that the Temple Knights will find her. That the clouds will part once more and the red eye will return to leave chaos in it's wake.
Her mouth opens once more, but she catches herself before her secrets spill forward. That part of her that begs to reach out to him also wishes to share her life thus far with him. That they came in the night and broke through the clouds to destroy her home, and Knights kept them from leaving. That her mother and father separated, one taking her and the other taking her twin. That she and her mother raced to the sea to out run the storm, but were caught in its mercy. That once she opened her eyes her mother was nowhere to be seen, and instead an elderly woman with a large hat stood there with another Miqo'te and took her in. The cave became her safe haven, her place to hide, her home.
Instead, Matoya raises her shaking hands and slowly removes the pointed hat from her head. Her ears seem to spring forth, twitching as they are exposed. A Miqo'te is not rare in the world as one might think, but, the gesture is to show the woman underneath the mantle of The Witch of the Wilds--the Witch of the Cave. Her hat is then put to the side. ]
It's my home..I... I've nowhere else to go.
[ Matoya raises her eyes from the hat to him. She smiles sadly at the knight in her care. Surely she has disappointed him in some way. He could not believe himself to be tied by their souls to one such as her. A heretical mage of certain origins to only become a witch who grants wishes for prices. How could he truly consider her to be his...?
She slowly raises her trembling hand to him. Her fingers brush along the hair beside his ear. Then, she moves the stray pieces to rest where they should. Tears gather in her eyes at the acceptance this will be their one and only conversation. One moment before she must stand to the side and let him return to his homeland where he might find one that will bring him happiness. All she could do in this life for him is bring him a life of hiding and suspicion.
Surely, in our next lives, it will be better. ]
When you friend returns, I will open a shorter path for you both. The journey will be easier on your lingering aches. [ Her voice has fallen to a softer tone and her fingers stop as well. In a way, she supposes it is a farewell of sorts. ] There will be no debts for you to pay, no favors ask to be returned. You'll be free to live and find the life you wish without a hindrance from me.
[ She rather doubts he will understand her meaning, unless he has recognized the feelings she had as well. The ones that come deep from their souls. The very same that seems to scream in her mind and cause her heart to feel as if it's been wounded at the mere idea of releasing the chance with him.
Still, a watery smile is given to him--the one she wishes she might have been able to call hers in this life. Her hand stills as she moves to stand. ]
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[ The bargain she has made with the Azure Dragoon does not pertain to Ser Aymeric at all. A selfish wish on behalf of the dragoon and a desire to have his revenge. If the war ends then perhaps she might be free to flee... for surely the Temple Knights would be busy elsewhere... ]
I thought it best to let your healing abilities handle the rest. U-unless you would wish for me to tend to the rest... [ Her tail straightens at the mere idea of having failed some sort of expectation. She sits taller as if ready to move at his needing. ] Otherwise it will fully heal. Aches may remain due to how deep the wound was... but all the damage will be repaired.
[ At his question, however, she freezes. No enchantment or spells forces her to remain to the cave. Nothing keeps her there other than her own fear. The fear that if she steps too far that the Temple Knights will find her. That the clouds will part once more and the red eye will return to leave chaos in it's wake.
Her mouth opens once more, but she catches herself before her secrets spill forward. That part of her that begs to reach out to him also wishes to share her life thus far with him. That they came in the night and broke through the clouds to destroy her home, and Knights kept them from leaving. That her mother and father separated, one taking her and the other taking her twin. That she and her mother raced to the sea to out run the storm, but were caught in its mercy. That once she opened her eyes her mother was nowhere to be seen, and instead an elderly woman with a large hat stood there with another Miqo'te and took her in. The cave became her safe haven, her place to hide, her home.
Instead, Matoya raises her shaking hands and slowly removes the pointed hat from her head. Her ears seem to spring forth, twitching as they are exposed. A Miqo'te is not rare in the world as one might think, but, the gesture is to show the woman underneath the mantle of The Witch of the Wilds--the Witch of the Cave. Her hat is then put to the side. ]
It's my home..I... I've nowhere else to go.
[ Matoya raises her eyes from the hat to him. She smiles sadly at the knight in her care. Surely she has disappointed him in some way. He could not believe himself to be tied by their souls to one such as her. A heretical mage of certain origins to only become a witch who grants wishes for prices. How could he truly consider her to be his...?
She slowly raises her trembling hand to him. Her fingers brush along the hair beside his ear. Then, she moves the stray pieces to rest where they should. Tears gather in her eyes at the acceptance this will be their one and only conversation. One moment before she must stand to the side and let him return to his homeland where he might find one that will bring him happiness. All she could do in this life for him is bring him a life of hiding and suspicion.
Surely, in our next lives, it will be better. ]
When you friend returns, I will open a shorter path for you both. The journey will be easier on your lingering aches. [ Her voice has fallen to a softer tone and her fingers stop as well. In a way, she supposes it is a farewell of sorts. ] There will be no debts for you to pay, no favors ask to be returned. You'll be free to live and find the life you wish without a hindrance from me.
[ She rather doubts he will understand her meaning, unless he has recognized the feelings she had as well. The ones that come deep from their souls. The very same that seems to scream in her mind and cause her heart to feel as if it's been wounded at the mere idea of releasing the chance with him.
Still, a watery smile is given to him--the one she wishes she might have been able to call hers in this life. Her hand stills as she moves to stand. ]
Rest all you can before your friend returns.